Birthdays have been hit and miss for us since Mom and Dad moved to asssited living, two years ago February. You see, we've all been spoiled. Mom and Dad have always been high on the love and thoughtfulness quotient. Lately, it's been up to Kat to handle her birthday wishes and the folks' too...an awesome task with everything else that can be going on.
Yesterday was my turn. It was Kat's birthday. I did: a little coordinating between Mom and Dad; got the presents; set up a little get together in Dad's hospital room for all of us; et voila. We could be together with Mom and Dad both to celebrate. It worked.
At one point I said: "isn't this the best birthday?" Kat looked at me like I was nuts and said: "Having my birthday in the hospital?" I had to laugh. Coming up on the elevator; we'd just talked about how she felt like she lived in the hospital and I said I felt like I'd been living in the car. What I should have said was: "Isn't it nice that we found a way to all be together?"
And then Mom had written on one of Kat's cards: "The best present is that Dad's getting better." And, that's the truth! We may be looking at a Monday or Tuesday discharge. Happy Sunday!
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